We lost this sock off Arthur's foot on one of our many walks in the parks around Tonbridge. They were hand knitted by April so clearly had some sentimental meaning.
I've walked the same route 3 more times this week to try and find it. And there it was tucked away, under a bush. Sheer luck that I managed to find it.
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